The glass shatters on the wall
Fiery curses explode from my mouth as
A squall of anger roars through me.
I lose myself in the gale;
Feel my heart beating faster
Even as conscious thought leaves me
And I become tempestuous impulse.
Dark raging rains of daily irritations
Build into a blast of wrath
Loosed on whoever and whatever is near.
And after all the roar and bluster,
There is only mess–
Regret and shame roll in with the calm
And the exhausting, frustrating work of clean up and repair
Begins again.
Whatever Comes Next 